I don’t really want to leave the cafe, that’s the sad thing about it. Yes, the hours are insane and the pay is crap I know but I still want to stay, yet I have to leave. Ohh well, once more into the breach.
I’m going out this weekend, despite having no money and no one to go with me. I’m not really one of those confident people who like to go out on their own, but I am determined to break my anti-social slump. I finally have some government issued photo I.D. which hopefully will mean I can now gain access to where-ever-the-bloody-hell I want! “One ticket for Gitmo bay please, one way only thankyou!”
Lately I’ve been thinking of going on a holiday, just a short trip, one week, it’s all I ask. I haven’t had a holiday in years. The closest I have come is a three day weekend, and even then I found myself doing things for others. When my holiday pay from the restaurant comes through (I’m going to visit them in person come Monday) I’m going to put that money aside and take a train to Cairns where I hope to visit a friend of mine. I had hoped to be able to go overseas at the start of next year, but financially it’s just not realistic as my parents still have yet to pay back that money I have lent them. I doubt I will ever see it again, and with Christmas fast approaching it’s highly unlikely that I will be able to save any of my meager-but-soon-to-be-even-more-meager pay.
My special table hasn’t rung up to book for “Rear Window” yet, I’m concerned that they’re just going to turn up and be disappointed because we’re full. I’d like to say hello, and of course goodbye because I hate it when people just vanish out of your life.
Listening to: “I Love It!” by Sneaky Sound System
